a diary of photographs from brighton to...: Die brucke/koln

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Hegel said two hundread years ago that 'the power of spirit is only as great as its expression, its depth only as deep as it dares to spread out and lose itself in its exposition..' 200 hundred years ago he already thought that ' By the little which now satisfies spirit, we can measure the extent of its loss' (Phenomenology, p5) I wonder what loss we are faced with now if we meaure it against the satisfaction Harry Potter books spreads around the Globe...
"Our house is old, cold, and green. At night a kerosene lamp lights one large room. The others are braced in darkness, peopled by roaches and mice. Adults do not talk to us -- they give us directions. They issue orders without providing information. When we trip and fall down they glance at us; if we cut or bruise ourselves, they ask us are we crazy. When we catch colds, they shake their heads in disgust at our lack of consideration. How, they ask us, do you expect anybody to get anything done if you all are sick? We cannot answer them. Our illness is treated with contempt, foul Black Draught, and castor oil that blunts our minds" Toni Morrison/The Bluest Eye